Chapter two: Not someone to be trifled with

Aurora's pov

Suddenly he smirked. Lord Logan's smirk sent shivers down my spine. It was a cold, calculating smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Let's go," he said, opening the car door.

"Where are you taking me to" finally I decided so speak to him.

"So you speak I thought you are mute, you belong to me now and I can take you wherever I want" He said.

"I don't belong to you I am not your personal possession, free me now let me go" I said stubbornly, there's no way I will leave with him willingly.

"Get in the car" he commanded, his voice was getting harsh but I don't care I have to run for dear life.

"No" I said shooking my head as I attempted to move backward. but I was caught by his bodyguard and thrown into the car. Lord Logan entered after me then locked the car.

"Free me you kidnapper, you son of a...." my words were cut of by a slap on my cheek.

"Who the hell do you think you are to call me names?" he roared angrily. I was terrified by the looks in his eyes, it was a killing intent. I dare not open my mouth to speak again.

I moved far away from him, I curled up at the other end of the car weeping silently stilled he was disturbed. "You will be quiet, won't you?" he said threateningly. I held my breath and wiped my tears with my hand immediately cause my cheeks still stung from the hit.

The car was silent through out the trip, and Lord Logan leaned against the back of the seat with his eyes closed, if I hadn't witnessed his rage earlier I would have thought he was a calm person.

As we arrived at Logan's mansion, I was awestruck by its grandeur. The opulent estate was a far cry from my humble country upbringing.

"Welcome to your new home," Lord Logan said, his voice dripping with an air of superiority.

About thirty male and female servants gathered at the door, bowing in unison. "Welcome, Lord Logan." Their deference was a testament to his esteemed position in the society. Without anyone telling me I already guessed he is an influential personality to be able to afford a billion slave.

As I followed Lord Logan, his assistant halted me. The servants' gazes intensified on me, their expressions a mix of disdain, lust, and pity. I felt a familiar sense of discomfort, but Lord Logan's gaze had been different. Earlier, I had seen something in his eyes that didn't quite fit.

Lord Logan led me to a conference room, his eyes narrowing as he faced me. His gaze was predatory, making my skin prickle with unease. I had seen that look before, and it frightened me. Lord Logan did not seem like someone to be trifled with.

I dared not meet his gaze, fearful of getting lost in the depths of his dark eyes. He was my owner, and I knew I had to tread carefully.

Despite myself, I could not help but be drawn to Lord Logan's captivating presence. His dark blue eyes were stunning, perfectly complementing his chiseled features. His sharp jawline, dark hair, and sculpted muscles made him look like a masterpiece of art. I'd never seen anyone as handsome as him.

I pinched myself, forcing myself back to reality. He was my boss, my owner and I couldn't afford to have illusions about him. His good looks were intimidating, a reminder of the power he held over me.

As he ignored me, discussing business with his assistant, I stood there for what felt like hours. My legs ached, but I dared not complain. What was I expecting? I was just a slave, a piece of property to be used and discarded at his whim.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I did not know how Lord Logan would react, and I couldn't risk angering him. Instead, I harbored a growing resentment towards my parents, who had brought this fate upon me.

Finally, after an eternity, Lord Logan dismissed his assistant, leaving us alone in the room. My fears, which I had tried to keep hidden, now threatened to overwhelm me. My heart racing, I felt his dominating presence wash over me. His sophisticated aura was suffocating, and his piercing eyes seemed to see right through to my soul.

"Come closer," he commanded coldly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I hesitated, my legs trembling, but I slowly moved closer. Just as I was within arm's reach, he suddenly stood up, catching me off guard. I stumbled backward, my feet tangling beneath me, and I fell to the ground.

"Stand up," he growled, his voice dripping with disdain. "Why are you so clumsy that you can not even stand properly?"

I scrambled to my feet, my face burning with embarrassment, and stood up timidly, my eyes cast downward in fear.

As I stood before him, I could feel his gaze burning into my skin. His eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, searching for something. I was so scared that I did not dare meet his gaze.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

I hesitated, my heart racing, but I slowly raised my eyes to meet his.